Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore; Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; Oh rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories